15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Life Saved Owed

I crawled away from the bed and later got on my feet. I shouldn't be this useless. She needs me. If I motivated her she can sure as hell motivate me, too! I leave the room. "Rikkun?" I look for her.

"Clay!"

I spun around and ran outside. Rikkun was being held back by a man. It wasn't Luis. He had blonde hair. He looked at me. He had a gun in his pocket. "Leave him alone!" She yelled struggling. The man draws his gun out. Glock. He was the one who had shot me. I know it. He planned it all, but who was he?

"I rather you leave now young boy. Rikkun here isn't going to be yours." His blue eyes glare.

"Matt please!.."
"Shut up!" He pulls her hands down bending her back. Painfully, "You're a fucking little liar, sweetheart."

"Let her go! What the hell do you want with her?" I ask. I spot Rikkun's small gun on the ground.
"I just want her. With me. You Sanner, should leave us be." I look to Rikkun. She was scared of Matt. He looks to her, "We promised we'd meet, little one," he chuckles, "And I can't wait to-"

I grab the gun and aim at him. "Don't fucking touch her!"
"C-Clay.." Rikkun's soft voice squeaked.
Matt nears himself to her. Close to bitting her neck. "Body so small. So fragile. Breaking it would be done nice and slow.."

I felt sick from my stomach. Like I had had a dream of something like this.

The dream was terrible. I was tied up, and all I could do was watch Rikkun suffer.

I don't want that to happen to her.

I shot his ankle. Matt groaned a little, shoving Rikkun away from him. That's what I wanted. Rikkun ran behind me, limping a little. Matt aims at Rikkun, I step in and take the hit.

Thigh.

Rikkun helps me stand, "Clay- what are you doing?!" Tears came from her eyes.

I shot Matt at his other ankle. His hands. His shoulders. And finally his eyes.

His body collapsed on the ground. Motionless. Dead. I drop the gun. Rikkun runs over to Matt. "Y-you.."

Did she hate me? I did save her life. I did good.

She looks over at me. "What did he want?" I asked sternly. Her mouth moves a little, trying to find her vocals. "I thought Matt was..joking."

"About?"
"His feelings."
"What do you mean?"

She hushes herself, "I don't want to say."

I go over to her, limping a little, "Well, you're mine." I help her up. "I'm a slut.." she lowly said. "No!"

"Look at you! I almost got you killed-"

"You almost killed yourself! You think that doesn't hurt me?"

She tears up.

The anger in my brows go away and soften into worry and sorrow. I look at the cuts on her stomach. The old cuts she had done. "I-I didn't mean to sound harsh, baby."

I see her wanting to blush up. But those tears melted it away. "You hate me. Don't you?"

"No. It's not like that."

I grab her hands before she went off somewhere. I pull her to come up to me and look me in my eyes. "I love you, OK? I did some shit. You did too, but we fought through. Right? Like now, we helped each other out.." The pain from the bullets hurt like hell. Rikkun held me up, "You're a fucking idiot, Clay!" She sobbed out.

"You know..you love me.."

"I do. Always will."

I wake up on a soft big bed. Back inside the house. I sit up. "Ow..." I look at myself. Shirtless and bandaged up. My thigh was too. "Sleepyhead." I heard Rikkun say as she walked in the room. She wore a loose white shirt that revealed her shoulder. She smiles as she holds up a small bloody bag, "Got the bullets out and cleaned your wounds a little."

"My little nurse," I chuckled a little. Rikkun flustered out, "Get some rest."

I lay down as she sits on the bed next to me. "Thanks. For that back there." I smile. I pull her down next to me and hug her. I could feel her blushing, but she snuggles me back.

In my heart, I'd do anything to protect the ones I love. Anything to see a smile on their face.